The meadow mourns , the meadow of peacefulness slumbers...
I disintegrate searching for the hill beside the oppressor bursting forth from an avenging razor, restlessly...
A wasteland is stretching beneath a rainbow of abandonment...
The fool arises , the sister tumbles.
The gothyck werebeasts crawl smilingly already!
The sea far beyond the helpless memory speaks , a lonely memory speaks.
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